Staunton spectator. [volume] (Staunton, Va.) 1849-1896, 1887-01-05

sunlight's radiant glances. e'Wilt thou
| take this man'-Yes, she would take him
cling to him, trust him, love him, s'as long
Is you both shall live.' No doubling,
| never fear. Brave little heart, so true
and tender! Cease futtering, pretty bird,
thy nest is foundl
Such hand-shaking, such f'give you
oying," such clamor of congratulations,
such an inundation of good wishes, sucl
IN overflow of merriment Inside the room
once more, the poor stunned and bewilder-
ID young groom is only brought to con-
.ciousness by the touch of ruby lips, the
great seal of the holy bond of welded love.
Then he begins to like it, he must kiss the
bridemaids, and like drunken bee, each
sup increases his thirst, and he kisses his
wife's cousins and their aunts and the
bridemaids' cousins and their aunts, kisses
the old mother, and is doubtful if he ought
not to kiss the old man, too. He is only
brought to standstill when the young
fellow who used to cause him such pangs
Of jealousy smacks his pretty wife.
'Ring around the merry pole'' and other
hop along, skip along and walk along slow
sort of games are going on outside, but
they all cease when the bugle call of
dinner" is sounded by the chief mistress
IF ceremonies. Of course, the bridegroom,
bridemaids and groomsmen, candle-bearers,
etc., must have the places of honor. The
parson has a disting ished position by the
side of the grayheaded master at the other
End of those long, long tables. Reverently
the heads are bowed while the old man asks
a blessing. He has not asked blessing
with such hearty fervor in many long
day. There is prayerful ring in bis solemn
voice that is close akin to sublimity. In
his aged heart there is prayer with a
broader meaning than those withered lips
could ever pronounce.
Dinner You have dined at the Kim
ball, perhaps you have dined at Delmon-
ico's How do I know where you have
dined? One thing know, you never ate a
dinner served with heartier hospitality
or seasoned with more generous good-fel-
lowship than was eaten there. The turkey
had gobbled in the great swamp five miles
away that morning at daybreak, and was
gobbled that night by the merry banquet
ers, at wedding feast. The pigs were juicy
and brown, and the potatoes were sugar
sweet. The biscuits had dimples that
might have been made by the dimpled
hands of the bride, and the FROST
ing on the cakes glistened like silver
in the candlelight. 1t was all good. The
people were SOOu, anu Gnoro were goOu
times. The groom hardly knew whether
he was slipping nectar or feeding on corn
bread. 1t mattercd little to him, and to
this day he could not tell what he ate for
dinner then. The bride had a poor ap-
petite. She was forgetting that she was
eating her last meal as a member of the
dear home circle. Look down happy stars,
nod your heads sweet chrysanthemums.-
Breathe sweet and low your sighs of love,
sweet breath of even. Holiest and most
blest? Love is intoxicated with joy, and
requited affection has gone mad with
happiness.
Can you guess who were welded that
day? l am sure l am not going to tell
you. Enough for you to know that this is
the pine woods of Georgia.SMontgomery
E0lenn, IN AtIn1afn Con. fitlltiQu